Covet

by Karen Erickson

  He opened the door and allowed her to walk in first. The door closed behind them with a soft click. At least he'd chosen a classy hotel, she thought, glancing around the room. Better than a crude roadside motel that offered hourly rates. Did such a thing even exist?

  "Hmm, you smell good.” His arms wrapped around her from behind and he pulled her close. He nuzzled her neck and she leaned back against him, closing her eyes.

  She rubbed her buttocks against his groin, could feel his already large erection press against her, and she bit back the moan that threatened to escape.

  "I wish you had the rest of the afternoon off,” Ty continued, pressing nibbling kisses to her throat. “I need that long to thoroughly explore every secret inch of you."

  Jenny placed her arms and hands over his, holding him there. Should she tell him? She may as well. “Actually, I told my supervisor I had a doctor's appointment and she gave me the rest of the day off. I never ask for time off so it wasn't a problem."

  "I cancelled the rest of my appointments for the day. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my clients if I just dipped my cock in your hot pussy."

  The man certainly liked to talk dirty. Fine with her, she liked it, too. “I was too afraid I'd leave a wet spot on my chair after spending my lunch with you."

  He smiled against her throat, ground his pelvis against her ass. “I bet you're wet right now."

  "Why don't you check and see?"

  His hand slid down her belly, then lower, pulling at the side of her skirt so it lifted. Sneaking under her skirt, he rubbed against her crotch, pushing her panties against her pussy. The friction of it made her gasp with pleasure.

  "I haven't even dipped in there yet and I can already feel how wet you are. And hot.” He started kissing her neck again, then moved up to her ear. His hand slipped beneath her panties, tracing her slit, and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him.

  "Ah, fuck,” he murmured when his fingers slid home, teasing between her slick folds. She rubbed against him, shameless in her desire to get off and he seemed to realize it. His finger circled around her clit, played with the little piece of sensitive flesh, and she came all around him. Shuddering and gasping, leaning against him, she cried out with the power of her orgasm.

  "Jesus, you're so responsive.” His fingers still played in her folds, slower now, and she ground against his hand, wanting more.

  "Let's get naked,” she said, dying to see him undressed.

  Ty released her without a word and went to work on his belt buckle. She heard it come undone, heard the sharp snap of the leather as he pulled it out of the belt loops of his pants. Deciding to keep the anticipation high, she didn't even turn around, wanted to savor it. She started unbuttoning her shirt, shrugged out of it, and threw it on the floor. His shirt landed on top of hers and soon there was a small mountain of clothes between them.

  Ty reached out, stroked his hands along the curve of her naked buttocks. “You have a fine ass, woman."

  She inhaled sharply at his touch. “So I've been told."

  He smacked one butt cheek, hard enough to sting, and she gasped. “Yet again proving how immodest you are. Keep saying things like that and you'll get spanked again."

  "Promises, promises,” Jenny murmured, incredibly turned on. She wished he would've smacked her harder.

  He rubbed her ass, spread the fleshy globes apart, and she could feel his stare on her crack, on her hole. “Ever been fucked back here, baby?"

  "No, never.” She'd always secretly wanted to, though. All of the rich boys she'd taken to bed in the past had never been that creative. Missionary seemed to be all they knew. Or begging for a good blow job. How boring.

  "Ever want to get fucked back here? I bet it would feel real good."

  "I'm sure anything you do to me would feel real good."

  Ty turned her around by the shoulders and she finally looked her fill. His cocoa-colored skin gleamed in the soft light, smooth and dark like the finest chocolate. He had a broad chest and shoulders, nothing but smooth muscles and a washboard stomach. His fully erect cock curved upward, a trim bush of black curling hair surrounding it. Thick thighs, long legs ... he was pure masculine perfection.

  "You're gorgeous,” he said, his voice husky.

  She blinked. She'd forgotten that he was looking at her as much as she checked him out. “You're not so bad yourself."

  He slipped his hand around his cock, stroked himself with that secret skill all men had. It was their personal equipment so of course they knew how to treat it. Just watching him touch himself made her even wetter, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

  "I did this all weekend thinking of you."

  "What? Touch yourself?"

  Ty nodded. “Again and again and again. With my eyes closed and you always on my mind. Your tight pussy has been haunting my dreams, baby. I can't wait to taste it."

  "I want to taste you first.” Oh, yes, she did. She wanted his magnificent cock deep in her mouth. Wanted to lick him to ecstasy and make him come. More than anything, she yearned to have the power to bring this man to his knees.

  "I'm all yours.” He held his arms out wide, as if offering himself.

  Jenny sauntered over to the bed, putting some extra jiggle in her step just for him, and sat down on the edge of it, legs spread. Pussy wide open for him to see, she smoothed her hands on the inside of her thighs, fingertips coming awfully close to her hot pink folds. His dark brown eyes glazed over with lust, and he licked his full lips as if he could already taste her.

  She couldn't wait for this man to taste her.

  "Come over here, Ty."

  He did so, his movements sleek, his muscles bunching and flexing as he walked, reminding her of a panther. He stopped just before her, his cock hovering above her face, and she reached out. Curled her fingers around its thick girth and stroked once.

  "Ah, yessss.” He drew the last word out with a hiss, throwing his head back.

  Jenny smiled up at him and gripped his cock by the base, lapping at the engorged head with her tongue. Little flickering licks just to drive him wild, she traced the slit there, gathering the pre-cum with her tongue and swallowing his salty essence.

  He gazed down at her, his eyes almost black, his expression tight, like he could barely control himself. “Suck it, Jenny."

  She liked it when he said her name. It made everything seem much more intimate versus using the general “baby” or whatever endearment he wanted to call her.

  Bidding his request, she wrapped her lips around his cock and took him inside her mouth slowly, then drew him back out. His hands came around to cup the sides of her head, fingers curling into her hair. Ty guided her movements, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. She took him as far as she could, until he bumped the back of her throat.

  "Fuck yeah, baby, that's fucking amazing,” he said with a guttural groan, watching her the entire time.

  Jenny sucked and licked, swirled her tongue around him. She cupped his balls, and when he thrust forward, she shifted her attention to them. She took them into her mouth, sucking and nibbling until he cried out and pulled away from her.

  "Just my dick, baby. Suck it hard."

  She did so, bobbing on him as he thrust inside her mouth, much like he had moved inside her body. He was fucking her mouth, fucking her with a ferociousness she hadn't experienced before, but she didn't mind. She'd never been one to swallow, but she wanted to now.

  "Oh, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.” He said it almost like a warning. Maybe he didn't think she swallowed either, but she didn't stop, didn't move away, and then he spurted into her mouth.

  Her eyes locked with his as she drank from his cock, moaning around him when his salty, slightly bitter semen slid down her throat. They connected at that moment, her heart hammering in her chest as he watched her suck him clean. He cupped her cheek with his big hand, his lips parting, the look on his face suddenly tender.

  Jenny withdrew from him, moved away from him an
d his tender expression. She didn't want tenderness, she didn't want emotions. They were too messy. She wanted to get fucked. That's it.

  "So was it worth the wait?” She crawled up the bed and propped herself on the pillows. Naked and watching him as he stood at the foot of the bed.

  He nodded, climbing onto the mattress on all fours and crawling up over her body. Reminding her of a panther yet again, stalking his prey, ready to attack. His body shone with a faint layer of sweat and the room already felt heavy with the scent of sex. She inhaled, closed her eyes, knew that this memory would forever be etched in her mind—the Tuesday afternoon she went with Tyrone Holt to a hotel and they fucked each other's brains out.

  CHAPTER 5

  The woman had practically sucked his dick clean off his body. His orgasm induced by her mouth had transcended him to another level entirely, shaken him to his very core. Drained him physically as well as causing unfamiliar emotions to swell inside of him.

  Ty didn't think like this, feel like this. He'd never been “transcended” by a good blow job.

  But holy shit. This woman was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, could only say that he found her addictive. Everything about her was addictive. Her smile, her voice, her body, her attitude. All of it, he wanted more of her.

  He gazed down at her, saw the tiny smile that curved her lush lips, the light that flared in her blue eyes. Her hair spread out on the pillow, its fine mass like a golden aura surrounding her...

  Fuck. He was getting all poetic and shit. This was so not like him.

  "It's your turn,” she murmured, knocking him from his disturbing waxing poetic state.

  "My turn for what?” Ty dipped his head down, brushed a kiss to her tempting mouth.

  "Your turn to taste me,” she whispered against his lips, then nipped at him, causing him to rear back with a yelp.

  She liked it a little rough. She seemed to like it every way he liked it, too. This he could definitely appreciate.

  "You want me to eat your pussy?” He kissed her again, licked her lips with his tongue, then sank his teeth into her bottom lip, just enough to pinch.

  She squealed and tried to push him off, but he didn't move. “Ouch! That hurt."

  He cupped her face with his hands, forced her to look at him. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg me to eat your pussy."

  Jenny's eyes darkened, her expression grew somber. Her little pink tongue snuck out, dabbed at her lips and he bit back the moan that bubbled up in his throat at the sight of it.

  "I want you to eat my pussy, Ty.” She swallowed, he watched the delicate movement at her throat and realized how vulnerable she looked.

  "Say please."

  She nodded, her hair rustling against the pillow. “Please, Ty. I'm begging you."

  Ty didn't say a word, just began blazing a trail with his mouth down her delectable body. He rained kisses on her collarbone, her breasts, taking his time there. Sucking her nipples into his mouth, then blowing on them, watching her rosy areolas puff from the breeze. She writhed beneath him, not speaking either, and the air felt charged, static. The only sounds in the room were the shifting of bodies against the sheets, their breathing, the little gasps Jenny made when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

  All of it overwhelmed him, made his cock even harder, made him even more intent on giving her such pleasure she would nearly collapse from it.

  He spread her legs with his hands, smoothed them down the insides of her thighs. Staring at her glistening pink pussy, the sight of it made him ache with wanting her. He lay flat on his belly, adjusted himself between her legs and lapped at her just once. Then waited to see what she would do.

  Her entire body tensed, and she thrust her hips up in a subtle motion, asking for more without saying a word. Her aroused scent filled his nostrils, making his mouth water, and still he didn't do a thing. Just watched her.

  "Ty,” she whispered, opening her startled blue eyes. “What are you waiting for?"

  "Beg, Jenny."

  "Please.” The stark look in her eyes said it all, how much she wanted him. How much she needed him to please her.

  He bent down, breathed in her scent, nuzzled his face against her cunt. He lapped at her clit, circled it with his tongue, then noisily sucked it between his lips.

  "Oh, yes,” she said on a moan, arching into his mouth. “More, Ty. Please."

  He nudged her legs open even wider with his shoulders and licked from her clit to the crack of her ass. His tongue swirled around her puckered hole, teased her rear entry, and she cried out. The sound of it made his skin sizzle, made him want to hear it again, so he kept licking her there. Poking at her hole with his tongue, stabbing at it like he imagined he would thrust his cock there later.

  "Tell me what you want,” he said against her muff, his tongue licking at her.

  "Please, I want your fingers inside of me,” she said softly, sounding afraid to even ask for it.

  He did as she requested, pushing first one, then two fingers deep inside her heated sheath, her inner walls suctioning around him. She was so tight, so fucking hot, and he had the urge to thrust his dick balls deep inside her. With an almost desperate need, he wanted to pump away in her tight cunt until he drained his cock inside her.

  Not yet. Pleasure her first. It's her turn.

  Thrusting his fingers inside her pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth again, playing with the hard little nub of flesh. He rubbed it between his lips, lapped at it with his tongue, circling around and around it. She thrashed beneath him, incoherent words coming from her lips as if she were in a trance.

  A sex induced trance, he thought as he watched her, mesmerized. He liked to watch women come, liked to watch them reach for it, work for it. Some of them tried too hard, in his opinion, and thus never achieved it. A few women he'd been with were totally comfortable with their bodies and came with ease.

  Jenny seemed to be a combination of both. She had to work for it, but once she reached it, oooh boy. And the scene she made while she worked for it. Her pale skin had taken on a rosy flush, her nipples turning a deep pink and so engorged they looked almost painful. Her pussy was slippery with her cream and her thigh muscles were tense. The expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her mouth pursed, her head tipped back. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

  "Come, baby,” Ty urged, his fingers moving faster. “Tell me how you like it so I can make you come."

  "Suck it,” she whispered, thrashing her head from side to side, her hips moving in a natural rhythm against his face. “Suck my clit."

  He did, making sure not to suck too hard, curving his fingers inside her so he could find her secret sweet spot. He knew the minute he hit it, for she came undone. Her entire body trembled, her inner walls contracting around his fingers, a gush of wetness against his mouth. She came and came, moaning his name over and over again and, holy shit, he had to get inside her right now.

  Ty didn't know how he did it, but he had the condom on and had slipped inside her before her orgasm was even finished. Jenny opened her eyes, looking surprised that he was buried so deep inside her. Her eyebrows lifted as if in question.

  "I wanna feel you come. This time when I'm inside you."

  She smiled, a smile he definitely wanted to see again, then they got down to business. He thrust slow and deep and she moved beneath him languidly, wrapping her long legs around his torso with a delicious, agonizing sigh. His cock slipped even deeper with the movement, their eyes met and he felt connected to her. All that corny crap he'd heard in the past about two people having sex and becoming as one—he'd never believed that shit.

  He believed it right then. Their eyes didn't leave each other's as they continued to shift and thrust, push and pull. She ran her hands down his sweat slicked chest, lifted her head up and pressed a kiss to the center, and his heart cracked open. Just like that he wanted to let her in, tell her all of his secrets, make her his.

  Fu
cking ridiculous. He shook it off. He didn't even really know this woman.

  Deciding to focus on his impending orgasm, throwing the too serious thoughts out of his head, he moved faster. She held on tight, letting him fuck her like a madman, and he came with a shout, his entire body consumed with it. His orgasm made his heart beat triple time, his arms almost giving out from the sheer force of it all.

  Ridding himself of the condom, he lay down on the bed and hauled her close to him. She rested her head on his chest, wisps of pale blond hair in his face, and he brushed it away. His heart slowly calmed, his body began to cool, and her fingers glided over his arms and torso. Making him relaxed, making him hard, making him want her again.

  "I can't believe you made me beg."

  He popped one eye open and smiled at her, hugging her close. “You liked it."

  She shrugged, a little smirk on her face. “Maybe."

  "If you don't watch out, I'll make you beg for a spanking. How does that sound?"

  Jenny propped herself up on his chest. “Wonderful."

  His hand slid down and smacked her ass, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating in the room. She jumped, a surprised look on her face, an aroused glow in her eyes. “Smart ass remarks are punishable, you know this."

  "I wish you'd spank me so hard my butt would be rosy red."

  "You'd like that huh?” Jesus, the woman was fucking unbelievable. She really wanted to be spanked? He liked the thought of smacking her lush ass while tonguing her tasty asshole. His cock surged upward just at the thought.

  She nibbled on her lip, nodded. “I've never considered my ass much of an erogenous zone."

  Ty cocked a brow. “Really? There's nothing more I love than playing with a woman's fine ass.” And of all the women he'd been with, she definitely had the finest.

  "I noticed."

  He shook his head, amused at the dry tone in her voice. “Don't tell me you didn't like it ‘cos I know you loved it when I licked your asshole, baby."

  "I did."

  No game playing from this woman. If she liked it, she said so. He appreciated her more and more.